She smiles

Even her body knows what she wants.

After biting my cock for quite some time she certainly left a mark.

It's almost like he was never here at all.

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"It's too beautiful."

I'm certain that S's favorite position is reverse cowgirl.  No matter how long he's lasting, when I flip into this position and my ass starts pounding down on him, he always wants to come so quickly.  In turn, it turns me on so much that something I can do makes him want to come so fast.  It's too much for him, he doesn't want it to end, I pull off of him...  He mutters to himself that "it's too beautiful."  I melt.  After only a moment, he's whimpering, begging me to to get back on him.  I love him in this state.

Sucking Cock

I love sucking my boy's cock.  It's so smooth, and hard, and delicious.  It feels like velvet.  I love the way it drips precum when it wants me.  I love when it's resting on his stomach, and I lean in very close, my mouth an inch or so away, and it jerks up on its own, straining to meet me.  How could I possibly pick a favorite thing about sucking his cock?

Look at the way that his head mushrooms out so perfectly.  Look at the way the veins strain against his skin.  Look at the way he turns almost purple when he's so aroused.  These pictures were taken after he'd been fucking me for a long time.

He honestly has one of the most aesthetically pleasing cocks I've ever seen.  It's so fucking beautiful.  I want to know it backwards and forwards, but I also never want to stop learning new things about it, new things that make him tick, make him squirm, make him writhe in pleasure, and make him want to come.

I love the feeling of taking him in my mouth when he's completely soft (something which must be done swiftly, if at all, as he never stays soft long) and letting him harden in my mouth, feeling him grow, filling up my mouth, prodding at the back of my throat.

I love running my tongue up the length of his hard cock, from base to tip... his eyes glued to me, his expression begging me to stop teasing him.

I love working his shaft with my hand and taking his balls in my mouth, sucking on one ball at a time, and then taking them both in my mouth, spreading his thighs apart with my hands and slipping my face down further, my tongue stretching to reach for his asshole.

I love listening and feeling for his reactions as I suck his cock.  Sometimes they're very subtle: the tensing of his body, his breath becoming slightly more labored, his cock twitching in my mouth.  However, sometimes they're more obvious: his eyes will roll back, his face will contort suddenly, almost an expression of pain, he'll let out a deep groan...  I can feel the blood pumping through his cock.  It's utterly arousing.

I love sliding down farther, letting his cock slip into my throat, fucking it.  I love when he laces his fingers through my hair, speeding up my pace, forcing my face down for long periods of time, making me gag on him.

I love when his eyes meet mine as I'm sucking on him and he mouths to me, "I love you."  I love when he whispers to me that I'm his little slut, that he knows I want his cock, orders me to gag on him...  I love it when he tells me I'm a good girl.  I love, I love, I love it when he tells me I'm "such a good girl."  I always react, grabbing at his ass, speeding up my pace, pulling him as far into my mouth as I can take him, my moans muffled by the cock stuffing my face.  I want so badly to please him.  I feel this strong pang of love and devotion.

I want to make him come instantly, but I want to just keep him in this never ending state of pleasure at the same time...  I want to feel his cum pumping into my mouth right away, I want to taste it, but I also don't want it to end.

Pictures.

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Handprint

Lucky me.

Without Words.

I push the doorbell.

I hear a faint ring coming from inside, followed by the sharp steps of heels hitting the wooden floor of her apartment.

This sound makes me question myself, "We weren't planning to do anything, were we?"

The door unlocks and she stands there in front of me.

I start at her feet, sure enough, she's wearing black heels. The black heels she typically wears to formal events. My gaze lifts, I notice the black stockings and my eagerness starts to set in. I look higher to find only a tight gray shirt with lace under the neck line. Nothing else.

Not a skirt, nor a dress, not even underwear. Only her perfect little pussy, waiting to be pleased.

I walk in, take her body in my arms and immediately kiss her. Our tongues starting to dance as one hand grips the back of her head and the other tightens on her bare ass.

Without a word I lead her into the dining room and bend her over the table, sweeping her paperwork aside. I push her down on the cold hard wood as I slip into her warm soft pussy. She lets out a moan and gasps for air. Her pussy wasn't ready for my cock just yet, it's tight walls squeezed against my hard shaft as I forced myself into her. I slowly gain speed and force as I slip in and out. My balls slapping against her clit. Even in her heels I notice that she manages to stand on her tip-toes. She lets my cock inside of her with such ease as she arches her back. She's so good to me. She's so good to my cock.

Without a word I flipped her over on the table. Put her legs above my shoulders and slid inside of her.

Without a word she latched onto my neck and I carried her into the bedroom. Slamming her down on my cock as I walked with her.

Without a word we continued. Only her moans and the slapping of skin broke the silence.

Without a word we came.

Without a word her pussy rested inside of my mouth as she kicked and convulsed to a stop.

Without a word my hot cum flowed down her face and into her mouth.

Without a word we lay together, our sweaty bodies holding onto each other.

Without a word, we said, "I love you."